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... nside a dead star, it was cold, it was eerie, and it was empty.
’Why?’
A question formed, hollow and unwelcomed, inside the abyss.
No voice carried it, yet it echoed.
Sparks came next—small ruptures of thought, the first fractures of imagination tearing into the void.
A paradox clawed its way into being: existence where there should have been none, a shape pressed against a formless canvas.
’It’s too quiet...’
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